The Hanging Tree Page #5
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- 1959
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''How are you feeling?''
And:
''Stick out your tongue''?I can see how you are.
Am I well?
- Let me see your hands.
- They're dirty.
Perhaps I should ask
how are you? Are you well?
The next time you're in town stop by
and I'll give you something for your hands.
Thank you, Doctor.
"Lucky Lady".
Is it lucky?
Not yet, but it doesn't hurt to hope.
I suppose Rune is fine?
We both miss you, Doctor.
What are you doing?
Spying on us?
What is there he shouldn't see?
Rune?
Rune! Get back to work!
I only own 50% of this hole
and I ain't digging more
than 50% of this dirt!
Why don't we quit?
You can. But if you do the claim
belongs to Rune and me.
You want my share?
I'll sell cheap.
And I ask you why would Mr. Plante
have so much money
if it wasn't a wonderful claim?
Do you always look
at a woman like that?
A partner has some rights, eh?
Don't even get a free look?
a doctor to get that.
I suppose a doctor
could get an eyeful.
I liked that real well.
Wait.
That's better than nothing.
Rune!
I'm going into town to get supplies.
I want you to come with me.
You don't have to go.
There's no panic.
I'll see you tomorrow, Frenchy.
After this I'm going to spend
my nights in town
and work here days only.
I'm poison, eh?
Poison, eh.
Just a moment, and
I'll get you your change.
Good evening.
Good evening, Mrs. Flaunce.
We are just about out of everything
and I'm sorry to ask you for
another advance on my pin.
Your pin? Your priceless pin?
That pin wasn't worth a sack of potatoes.
I'm sorry, I don't understand
what you mean.
I came across your
private accounts.
That pin ain't down
for two cents.
- What do you mean?
- Stop the innocent lady act.
In plain tongue, Dr. Frail has been
paying your way from the start.
And ain't none of us has to ask
how you've been paying him back.
It's all down in black and white:
$ 1119 worth you're being kept.
That's being private!
You ain't fit to crawl.
Some how, some way
I pay every cent of it back.
- Pay what back?
- I was in the store.
Mrs. Flaunce says you were keeping me.
She even called me a whore.
I didn't want that to happen.
I'm sorry.
- I can still arrange for you to leave.
- You have arranged enough!
can play with people's lives?
It is very cruel the way you throw
women away if they get too close.
- You like them closer?
- No I don't.
But you do! You do it to
Rune! You do it to me.
- Someday life will do it to you.
- How do you know it hasn't?
Then it's true the story
they tell about you.
- And the woman who killed herself.
- Yes, it's true.
The woman was my wife.
And the man was my brother.
And I have no right to forget.
You want to tell me why?
This is a tincture of benzoin ointment.
I made it up for your hands.
It will heal them and
toughen them, too.
I'm done! I'm through!
I can't take this no more!
But them nuggets you found
must come from some place!
Some place, yeah! It was probably
left here by that flood in the Bible!
- What's that?
- Listen!
Feel the ground move?
Run, the tree!
- Rune!
- Here I am!
- Rune!
- It's gold!
- What is it?
Gold.
The roots of this tree has
been hanging on to them.
Sluice is busted.
Clean in two.
Where are you?
What are you doing in that hole?
Look.
It's a glory hole?
Look. Look!
It's a glory hole!
- Look!
- It's a glory hole!
Glory hole!
Glory hole!
Glory hole!
The Lucky Lady and me,
we've got the gold!
We've got the deepest, biggest, glory hole
in the history of the territory!
How's that?
Yeah!
Tomorrow I'll put the mine first.
But tonight Frenchy's throwing the biggest
party in the history of the territory!
- Yeah!
We've got tons of it!
It's running out of our ears!
Lady Luck! Rub some
of it off on me!
No, no, not all of them.
I want them to take home.
That's all right, partner.
I'm high grading a couple
of big sacks for myself.
Do what you want.
this place wide open, follow me!
Come on, guys! Come on!
Frenchy is buying the store.
Free drinks for the whole
of Montana all day!
Give us bottles!
Remember last Saturday night?
No pay no play?
What a difference a
little gold makes, eh?
- I still think it safer with Flaunce.
- I want it here.
Well, this will be quite a night!
Now you know why they hunt
for it or kill for it.
Yes, now I do.
- You'll never be poor again.
- No.
I wish Doc was here.
Go and get dressed and
cleaned up so we can celebrate.
Burn them stinking clothes.
Burn them! Burn them!
Bring a bonfire!
Celebrate!
Frenchy, you ought to see this fire.
Is Doc Frail around?
Mine caved in up at Dry Canyon.
He left yesterday.
Caved in, eh?
What we do is kind of a joke see.
Bucket brigade!
Bucket brigade!
Bucket brigade!
Bucket brigade!
Hey Doc, is that you?
Did you hear the big news?
What do you want?
- Doc's not back yet.
- Just dropped in to wet your tonsils.
Thanks, I'm not drinking.
I'm going to a party.
- What's going on?
- The party's already started, son.
I brought you flowers.
They're very nice.
I guess you wouldn't want to
wear them with the roots, eh?
No.
Would you please go, Frenchy?
Why?
I'll be ready in just a few moments.
Then we'll get Rune and celebrate.
Why go?
You and me are partners.
You and me can have
Let's drink first.
Come to Frenchy.
Or do you want
Frenchy to come to you?
Either way, Frenchy is willing!
His house! The butcher
doctor's house!
- Where's Elizabeth and Rune?
- Right up on the hill.
That crazy Grubb has been screaming
to set fire to your place.
Frenchy has waited long enough.
Murderer! Butcher!
Lynch him!
Nail him to the tree!
Lynch him!
Rune!
They say this is a real humane
way to kill you, Frail.
from under you... simple as that.
Say the word, Grubb.
Blood will have blood. And
whosoever sheddeth man's blood
Genesis, 9th Chapter, 6th verse.
Go back!
You can have our gold.
You can have everything
we have.
Rune is my partner.
He agrees.
Please take it.
There's bags of gold.
There is so much.
Please take it.
You. Please take it.
You can even have our claim.
Here it is.
You know what it means.
Please take it.
Please take it.
Rune.
Know what?
She's trying to buy her man.
She wants him that bad.
Let her have him.
Frenchy said
it was worth a million.
Elizabeth.
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